Slumped on my couch with a remote in my hand, I stared blankly at the television, mindlessly clicking through Netflix for something to watch. It felt like an eternity that I sat there scrolling and scrolling, searching for something that would catch my interest as a faint reflection of my…

“PEOPLE ARE CRAZY,” my mother responded by text when I asked her why she had sent me a dash camera for my car. By people, I knew she meant people like the white men who hunted Ahmaud Arbery down, chasing him in a pick-up truck with weapons in tow because…